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The first thing I did when I got my sight back was run to find my husband, Lucas. I couldnt wait to share the incredible news.
But I stopped dead outside the door to his private suite, his voice drifting out as he chatted with his friends.
Lucas, man, one of them slurred, Jennas been blind for two years. You had Flynn pretend to be you and live with her that whole time, just so you could be with your childhood sweetheart. Arent you worried he and your wife might, you know make the act a little too real?
Whats there to worry about? Lucas scoffed, taking a swig of his drink. His laugh was reckless. Flynns got insane self-control. Ive seen supermodels throw themselves at him, stark naked, and he didnt even flinch. You think hes gonna touch her?
He paused, his tone dripping with contempt. Besides, Jennas frigid. As long as Flynn doesnt make a move, she wouldnt even think about it.
The room erupted in crude jokes. Damn, I dont know who to feel sorry for, Jenna or Flynn. Two gorgeous people in one bed, doing nothing but talking? What a waste, hahaha!
The laughter echoed, sharp and cruel.
My gaze drifted to the man sitting alone in the center of the room, silently nursing his drink. Flynn Foster.
Coolly elegant, with an air of aristocratic aloofness.
To have a man that fine and not touch him I had to admit, it was a bit of a shame.
Looking back, the signs had been there all along.
During the two years of my blindness, Lucas had grown distant, his words sparse, a wall of formality between us. Id felt it, but wrapped in the shame and helplessness of my condition, I never dared to say a word.
My thoughts were shattered by the click of the front door.
A familiar voice, deliberately low, spoke from behind me. Jenna, Im home.
Flynns voice was naturally similar to Lucass, and with him consciously mimicking it, it was no wonder Id been fooled for two years.
I looked up, letting my gaze drift vaguely toward the handsome man before me. The most famously self-disciplined bachelor in Manhattans elite, a man who played by no ones rules.
Why on earth would he agree to play this game with Lucas? To act out this charade with me for two whole years?
Well, if they loved to act, Id be happy to play along.
Pretending I still couldnt see, I fumbled my way toward him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him into an embrace.
Honey, youre finally home.
I squeezed him tight, my hand conveniently brushing against the firm planes of his abdomen. In two years, Flynn had been the model of restraint. Even sharing a bed, he always kept a careful distance. Wed never been this close.
He stiffened, clearly startled by my forwardness. His voice was a little tight. Jenna whats gotten into you today?
I forced a few tears to my eyes, my voice a wounded whisper. Lucas, you havent touched me since I went blind. Is it is it because you dont want me anymore?
Flynns expression faltered. He softened his tone, trying to soothe me. No, youre overthinking it The accident two years ago was hard on your body. I was just worried you couldnt handle it.
My bodys fine now, I purred, my voice dropping. I can handle it.
My fingers fumbled their way to his shirt, unbuttoning it, my palm pressing against the solid warmth of his chest.
Honey, its been two years. You must have been working so hard to hold back, havent you?
Flynns Adams apple bobbed. His voice was raspy. Yeah. Its been fine.
I blew a soft breath against his throat. So, what if we
Before I could finish, his phone rang, shattering the moment.
I should get this.
Flynn let out a breath he seemed to have been holding and walked out to the balcony with his phone.
I crept to the window, listening as Lucass lazy voice crackled through the speaker. Flynn, Grandfathers birthday is tomorrow. Youre on duty. Well switch.